Driving down I-90

There’s not much to see

And as I continue west

There’s rarely a tree

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The speed limit gets higher

As grass turns less green

Wind turbines waving

Is an amusing scene

The jolly green giant

And a palace of corn

Are a few places to visit

Down paths well worn

The urge to explore

We can all feel the tug

And comforted in knowing

How many miles to Wall Drug.

The Post Bulletin publishes poetry by local and area writers every Tuesday. Send poems to life@postbulletin.com with the subject line "Poetry submission."